The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 233 - An Unexpected Existence
"Whatever happens don't take your eyes off Fu Hua, I'll concoct medicine to reduce her internal injuries!"
A woman shouted to the right of her ear, sounding very panicked. That voice was foreign to him. Yet somehow he felt familiar, a strange feeling.
"His heart had leaked in part, his blood flow was choked and now he had lost a lot of blood! He won't survive!"
This time the voice of a man, heard a cry and shrill. But it felt familiar, he had heard of it in his subconscious.
"Do as I tell you, okay?"
The panic continued to echo in her ears, Fu Hua knew her body was now numb and she could not even open her own eyes. But one thing made him so happy that moment, when there were still people who cared about his life.
All along the only one who had expected his presence was Fu Qinshan. She never got any affection even from her own parents, they were gone when she was a child.
Ren Yuan who was preparing the tools to deal with Fu Hua's critical state was stunned for a moment.
Fu Hua's now closed eyes shed tears, silently and silently. Ren Yuan was sure that second the girl could hear him and immediately said.
"Hold on, Fu Hua. We're gonna save you, listen? Keep your consciousness, take a deep breath..."
Fu Hua could no longer hear what Ren Yuan was saying, only a sound like himself drowning in the depths of the water. He tried to move his fingers, until his eyes opened and saw a glare-like light entering the eyes. He blocked that bright light with an arm.
"Where is this?"
Just a bright room with nothing, hollow and empty. His voice even echoed many times because it was so lonely. The girl looked at his hand, seeing the many wounds he had gotten.
And when he saw his own body, he was shocked. There was a huge hole in the middle of his chest, even more shocked when suddenly someone very similar to him stood in front of Fu Hua.
Staring hatefully with anger that seems never to dim. That was her. Fu Hua did not know whether he was dreaming or had died.
His hand was trying to reach the figure, the other figure of him was crying without a sound. Looked hatefully at him.
"Why are you ..." Fu Hua could not see that figure, it was very sad. But without him realizing himself that had made him so. The empty space in his heart as Qin Yujin said had obliterated him. Fu Hua only blinked once but suddenly the figure of a little boy appeared in front of his twin earlier.
A child so happy, healthy and loved by his brother. He ran around playing a wooden puppet given by Fu Qinshan, and from behind his other figure appeared Fu Qinshan. Laughing after the little boy.
Fu Hua closed her mouth, holding back the sobs that forced her eyes to cry.
That innocent, blissful little boy had turned into a hater and a vindictive.
Fu Hua wanted to stop all that, but everything just appeared before his eyes. The little boy playing around him suddenly stopped, terrified. A man came to strangle him, destroying the little boy. Turning the laughter on Fu Qinshan's face into a demonic grin. The man embraces his brother and his other self.
"Nobody wants your presence. You were born to be alone, you were destined to live when your friends and family died, you were destined to rot in a cold coffin with no one to care for you."
"You want to be loved that much? Look how pathetic you are, Hua'er. To the point of saving your loved ones desperately, you are most frightened when the person who recognizes your existence leaves... Then blame the person you appointed as the culprit until the end of your life."
His hands closed their ears, Fu Hua did not want to hear the sound.
"I'll admit that if you're the unlucky bearer, you're a disaster. Your mother's father died to protect you, your brother died in your own hands, you killed many of your comrades just to survive. Your one life is the sacrifice of dozens more worthy to live than you."
Qin Yujin's. The name that had become the greatest source of hatred in his heart. Fu Hua tried to get rid of Qin Yujin's shadow of Fu Qinshan and himself, but the figure was only translucent and smiled while glaring. Keep talking.
"You can't save anyone. You're disappointing. Everyone you meet will meet his end because you are the unlucky bearer."
"No ... No!"
Fu Hua covered her head with both hands, her tears dripping profusely. In the chaos that engulfed him suddenly something flashed before his eyes. Fu Hua was not sure if what he saw was an illusion, but it all felt so real.
The shadow, when a village was attacked and houses burned. Fu Hua saw a little boy who was tightly hugged by his mother and father on the bed, sound asleep until a group of people came. Killing her father and mother with a spear, her mother told Fu Hua to run away and hide behind a table. Frightened, helpless and desperate.
The young Fu Hua was only able to stare at the deaths of his parents. Until the figure that stuck the spear glanced at him, so pity.
"The poor boy."
Fu Hua's eyes were now glaring wide, the buried memories suddenly telling him a fact he had forgotten.
Qin Yujin was the murderer of his father and mother.
The young Fu Hua is pulled by Fu Qinshan, runs away from the village and becomes a vagabond in the village of people. Fu Hua remembers the rest of what happened. For months they lived orphans without homes, relatives and jobs. Just relying on people's compassion to eat until Fu Qinshan was repeatedly beaten for stealing.
No one wants to give him a job to survive. Then when they are cold when a blizzard comes, sleep only in straw and starving stomach. The man came back.
"Qin Yujin."
Once again Fu Hua called out that name, his eyes had been blinded by anger. Both of his hands clenched, he shouted out loud.
"Death to you badb*adab!!!"
He punched Qin Yujin's shadow, only translucent but Fu Hua still punched him. When he realized, the three figures had disappeared and only left himself.
Fu Hua fell to his feet, crying and screaming in frustration until he could not control himself. He has lost control. Fear of his solitude and anger at Qin Yujin. Everything Qin Yujin said was true.
He was just afraid of being alone.
Fu Hua hugged her knees, her eyes blank. "It's better to die than carry on carrying shit. I'm nothing more than a doom, an unlucky bearer, a misfortune, I'm hated by everyone and even hated by myself.." Fu Hua recalled the figure of her earlier self, filled with grudge and anger as she looked at him. He lowered his face, crying sobbing.
Elsewhere Ren Yuan unexpectedly Fu Hua suddenly screamed over the gurney. Rebelling as the liquid was inserted in his body, aimed to help heal the wounds inside his body.
"The bad news is he's starting to lose consciousness, if that happens we don't know if he can wake up next or just .." Feng Yong put away the cloth full of Fu Hua's blood. The girl did not respond and just remained petrified, her body starting to cool. Ren Yuan brought the ear closer to Fu Hua's heart, about to confirm it even more accurately.
However it seemed that something bad had happened, even though Ren Yuan had already said for Fu Hua to maintain consciousness.
Feng Yong asked, "How is it?"
"He's not breathing."